He decided what to do with her.

After thinking about it carefully and considering all the possible outcomes, he decided that taking her away with him was the best solution. He would keep her close to him, where she'd be safe but also under his control. At first, he wasn't sure how she'd react, but then again, he had never been concerned about another person's feelings before.

With a sharp and cold look in his eyes, he entered the classroom silently, making sure not to alert anyone of his presence. The girl instantly felt a shiver run down her spine as she caught sight of him standing at the back of the room, watching her intently. He approached her slowly, leaning in close enough for only she to hear his words.

"Come with me," he murmured hoarsely, his breath tickling against her ear. "We need to talk." His grip on her arm was firm yet gentle, a strange contrast to the

As she nodded silently and stood up, feeling as though her body was not entirely under her control anymore, he could see the fear in her eyes. It made him feel something unfamiliar twist in his stomach, but he pushed it aside. He would deal with whatever feelings this situation brought up later; for now, he had more important things to attend to.

With a single motion, he turned them both around and led her out of the classroom, ignoring the curious glances from some of their classmates as they left together. The hallway was quiet, save for the sound of their footsteps echoing off the tile floor. He guided her to his car, a sleek black sports car that looked more at home on a racetrack than on the streets.

"I'm taking you somewhere safe," he said curtly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Now get in the car." He knew she was afraid, but he didn't care; he needed to make sure she understood that he was in control now. As she hesitated, Lostor crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes, silently daring her to disobey him.

His voice took on an even colder edge as he spoke, "Oh? And why is that?" His grip on her arm tightened slightly, just enough to hurt a little but not enough to draw blood. "You think you can defy me and walk away scot-free?" He pulled her closer, staring into her eyes with an intensity that made it clear he wasn't someone she should ever cross.

"Do I need to make an example of you?" he murmured dangerously, voice barely above a whisper but somehow carrying through the silence of the hallway. "Or do you want to be reasonable and come with me?"

His smile was cold and unyielding. "Of course it's a threat," he said harshly. "But I'm giving you the choice to make things easier on yourself. You can come with me willingly, or I can force you." He leaned in closer still, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Either way, you belong to me now."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, and for a moment she considered trying to fight back. But then she remembered the strength and ruthlessness that had made him one of the most feared men in the city, if not the entire world. In this man's hands, there would be no mercy.

His smile was cruel as he heard her words, but there was also something else in his eyes; an acknowledgment of her helplessness and fear. Despite himself, it stirred something within him; a twinge of empathy that he had never expected to feel towards anyone. Yet, he refused to show any weakness now.

"Because," he said slowly, deliberately, "you are mine now." He pulled her closer still, until their bodies were almost touching from shoulder to hip. His voice lowered to a whisper as he added, "And I will do with you what I please." There was no room for negotiation in his tone; it was as if he had already made up his mind about what she was meant to be to him.

His hand tightened on her arm at the plea, feeling anger rising up within him. "You had a life before," he snapped, "and it almost cost you everything. Now you belong to me and I will decide what you do with your time." He pulled her roughly toward his car, ignoring her protests as he opened the door for her and shoved her inside roughly. "Drive," he growled at one of his men in the back seat, gesturing sharply toward the wheel. The man nodded quickly and sped off, their tires screeching as they disappeared around the corner. Lostor slid into the passenger seat beside her, trapping her between him and the door.

He let out a cold laugh, amused by her fear but also slightly annoyed. "Don't bother trying to escape," he said mockingly, his voice dangerously calm. "There's no point." His hand cupped her chin roughly, forcing her to look him in the eye. "You belong to me now and I will decide what happens to you."

He leaned closer still, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke. "You ask why I decided you were mine? It was because you were different; pure and innocent in a world full of sin. And what do I want from you?" His hand tightened on her chin possessively. "Everything." There was no doubt in his voice now; it was as if he truly believed that she belonged to him body and soul.

"I've given you a choice," he continued, his voice turning cold once more. "You can either accept your fate willingly or I can make things very difficult for you." He paused, letting the threat hang in the air between them before adding almost casually, "But remember: in my world, there is no mercy for those who oppose me."

His grip on her chin tightened slightly, as if to emphasize his point. She swallowed hard, feeling trapped

His face darkened at the challenge, and his grip on her chin tightened painfully. "If you refuse," he said through clenched teeth, "I will break you. I'll take everything from you; your innocence, your freedom, maybe even your life." He leaned in closer still, his voice a dangerous whisper as he added, "But remember: it doesn't have to be this way. You could make things easier on yourself by accepting what is yours by fate."

He let out another cold laugh, more of a mockery than anything else. "But then again," he continued, his smile turning predatory once more, "perhaps you enjoy being my opponent... perhaps you want to see just how far I'm willing to go to keep what is mine." His eyes burned into hers as he spoke, a mix of hatred and lust warring for dominance behind them.

His laugh was cold and cruel as he heard her words. "You are mine," he snapped, "whether you accept it or not." He leaned in closer still, his hot breath tickling against her ear. "And I will break you if necessary to make you understand that fact. You are nothing more than a possession to me now; an object to use as I please."

There was no room for argument, no mercy in his voice. His grip on her chin grew tighter with each word, as if he could wring the life from her just by squeezing hard enough. He paused, letting the weight of his words settle like a leaden cloud between them before continuing, "And when I'm done with you? When you no longer have any use..." His smile turned predatory once more; dangerous and deadly. "Then I may decide whether or not you get to live."

His cold laugh echoed in the confined space as he saw the fear in her eyes. "Ah," he said mockingly, "I knew you'd understand." With a final squeeze of her chin, his grip loosened enough for her to pull away, though she remained seated uncomfortably close to him. He leaned back against the seat, watching her carefully as their driver expertly weaved through traffic.

"So," he said after a long moment, "what do you say?" His tone was almost conversational now, as if they were discussing the weather or some other mundane topic. "Are you going to be reasonable and accept your fate, or are you still determined to fight me until the very end?"

His gaze held hers, searching for any sign of submission... or defiance.

His expression softened slightly at her whispered question, the coldness in his eyes giving way to something that might have been pity... or amusement. "If you agree," he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "I will keep you safe. You'll be well-taken care of and I won't force myself on you." He paused, considering for a moment before adding, "For now." His smile turned predatory once more; the brief flash of human emotion gone as quickly as it had come.

"But," he continued, leaning in closer to her again, his voice dropping low enough that only she could hear, "do not think for a moment that this changes anything. You are still mine, and I will expect you to obey me... without question." He let out another cold laugh before sitting back against the seat again.

Their silence stretched on as they continued to watch the city fly

His smile was cold as ice as he heard her question. "Do not worry about your friends or family," he said slowly, enunciating each word with deadly precision. "They will be safe... provided you cooperate." There was an unspoken threat lurking behind his words, a promise of terrible things to come if she failed to obey him in any way.

He leaned back against the seat again, watching her carefully as they continued driving through the city. Despite his efforts to appear nonchalant, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and uncertainty about how this situation would play out.

His smile turned cold and calculating as he listened to her words. "You speak as if they have no connection to you," he said quietly, his voice dangerously low. "But in my world, everyone is connected somehow." He paused for a moment before adding, almost casually, "And I am always watching."

His gaze bored into hers, challenging her to deny what he had just said. For a moment, it seemed as though the weight of his presence was pressing down on her, making it difficult to breathe. Then, as quickly as it had come, the feeling passed and he relaxed back against the seat once more.